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Tommy walked up to the door of the house he once called home. Fixing his mask, he knocked on the door a few times. No one answered. He knocked on the door a few more times. Again, no one answered. He glanced over to the driveway, to see his dad's car parked there. If they were home, why wasn't anyone answering the door? Then he heard a creak and looked back at the door to see his younger brother, who was now taller than him, looking back at him.
"Long time no see, ay Travis?" He croaked out.
"What the fuck happened to your voice?" Travis asked.
"Dunno." Tommy shrugged.
Kenneth, Tommy's dad, appeared behind Travis as Travis moved away from the door. Kenneth smiled and moved to the side slightly to let Tommy inside. Tommy walked through the doorway as the door closed with a click.
"Thomas. I haven't seen you ever since you were ten." Tommy's dad smiled.
Tommy let out a small chuckle before saying, "Thomas makes me sound old."
Travis walked into the kitchen after saying, "I'll make dinner."
"Come, sit. We have a lot to catch up on." Tommy's dad gestured towards the couch in the next room over. Tommy walked into the room and sat down on the plush couch. His dad followed.
"So, how've you been? How's the church?" Tommy forcefully asked.
"I've been good, and there's been a lot more people at church lately." Tommy's dad answered with a smile.
"That's good.-"
A loud slam was heard from the kitchen. Tommy visibly flinched before jumping up and running into the kitchen. Tommy halted to a stop when he saw Travis's body sprawling across the floor. No doubt about it, Travis was out cold. Tommy leaned down and picked Travis up, bridal style.
Tommy walked over to the doorway where his dad was standing unhappily. Tommy sighed. "He's out cold. I'll go lay him down."
His dad huffed in response. He trudged up the stairs, with Travis firmly in his arms, and came out in the upstairs hallway. He walked down the hall to the last door on the right. That was Travis's room.
He opened the door with his free hand. Tommy's heart almost stopped when he could see the entire room. The room was completely bare other than a small fucked up mattress, a small basket of clothes, and a bible. What the fuck , he thought.
There wasn't even a blanket on the mattress. Or pillow. Or literally anything Tommy would've thought Travis had on his bed. He walked over to the ripped and tattered mattress, set Travis down gently, took Travis's jacket and placed it carefully on him to serve as some sort of warmth, and took a few shirts that smelled clean from the small basket and folded them into a sort of pillow before lifting Travis's head gently and placing the makeshift pillow underneath.
He stood up and creeped out of the room before closing the door behind him. He walked down the hall and down the stairs. His dad sat on the couch, probably waiting for him to come back. He walked and sat down on the side opposing his dad.
"So, I've seen that you've grown your hair out." His dad broke the silence.
"Yeah, Mom never really cared enough to get someone to cut my hair. And there weren't any scissors to cut my hair, so I just left it alone." Tommy replied.
His dad let out a cackle. "Well, your mother was a terrible woman. When I found out she was committing adultery, I divorced her. I tried to get you from her, but I couldn't. I'm glad I could get Travis out of her grasp."
Tommy was glad he was wearing a mask, otherwise he would probably get slapped for scowling at his dad. Neither of them were good people, and his dad was acting like he was the hero in that situation.
Tommy forced himself to nod, "Mhm. She was a bad mother."
"Uhm, how about I make dinner?" Tommy suggested.
"Oh, that'd be wonderful." His dad responded.
Tommy got up and trudged into the kitchen. After a quick peak at everything in the cabinets and fridge, he decided some breakfast for dinner didn't sound so bad right now. So, he got the bacon, some eggs, and some sausage. He had no idea how to make biscuits from scratch, so he improvised with some toast.
As the bacon was cooking, Tommy pulled out a knife and started chopping up the sausage. Once the sausage was cut, he got a pan big enough to hold the sausage, but small enough for it not to take up the entire stove. He then broke open a few eggs on a pan and stirred it up with a thing he couldn't remember the name of. By the time the bacon was done, he had finished buttering the toast and putting it in the oven. Why he does it that way, he had no idea. Soon after, all the food was finished cooking, so he went into the dining room with two plates, forks, knives, and napkins.
He had set up the table to where he sat across from his dad. He brought the food in and sat it down on the table before remembering that they needed drinks. After asking his dad if water was okay, Tommy grabbed two glass cups and filled them with water. Being careful not to spill it, he placed them down.
He trotted over to the living room where his dad was sitting reading a newspaper. "Dinner's ready," Tommy muttered.
His dad stood up and folded the newspaper neatly before setting it down. Tommy walked into the dining room and, followed by his dad, sat down in his seat.
His dad looked pleased at the food on the table. "Shall we say the blessing?" His dad asked. He forcefully nodded.
Tommy had, thankfully, made it through dinner without screaming out that he was an atheist. His dad didn't know about that, and he intended to keep it that way. They had enough leftovers for him and Travis to have food from home for lunch the next day.
His dad had left to go do stuff at church, so only Travis and him were home. Tommy washed the last dish off and set it out to dry before taking his bags to his old room. His old room was a small bed with a dresser and a closet. Which, to be honest, was much better than Travis's room. He set the bags on the bed before walking out of the room and into Travis's room.
He quietly opened the door and walked to sit next to the still-knocked-out Travis. He had brought a cup of water and some leftover eggs he snuck from the lunch he packed for himself. Travis's eyes flickered open and then stared at Tommy with wide eyes.
"Hey Trav, I brought you some food and water." Tommy smiled warmly.
"Your face..." Travis trailed off.
"Hmm? Oh, I forgot my mask in my room. I can go get it if you easily get disturbed by this kinda stuff." Tommy suggested.
"How do you cover all that up with a mask?" Travis asked.
"The power of masks is beyond human comprehension." Tommy laughed softly.
Travis sat up and laughed a little at that. Tommy handed him his food and water, and he started eating immediately. The two talked to each other before Travis decided to go to sleep and began to tell Tommy repeatedly to leave him alone. Tommy decided to go to his room, but before he did, he gave Travis a small hug followed by a, "See you tomorrow, tall bitch."
Tommy walked to his bedroom quietly. He opened the door before entering and shutting the door again. He turned towards the bed where all his stuff was placed and sighed. Might as well do some unpacking as he sure as hell wasn't going to sleep with the nightmares that had been getting worse lately. Sure, he hadn't slept in a few days, but that didn't matter.
He walked over to the bed and plopped onto it. He zipped open his bag to find that one alien figurine that Purpled made had broken during the flight, but the scrapbook that Tubbo and Ranboo had made for Tommy was still there.
Tommy smiled a bit when he saw a picture of him Tubbo and Ranboo drinking slushies on Tommy's birthday. Tubbo had fallen over when the picture was taken, so Tubbo appeared as just a blur of motion in the picture, which was pretty funny. Below the picture was, "We're going to miss you!" in Ranboo's careful handwriting.
Tommy huffed before setting the scrapbook onto the dresser. Tommy started to unload all of his clothes and things out of his suitcase, and into his dresser. When he was done, he placed the empty suitcase under his bed and decided that he would just lay down on his bed for one moment. He fell asleep.
Tommy awoke in a dark and cold hallway. He glanced around, but no one was there.
"Come find me." A voice called from the dark, and Tommy saw a door apear on one end of the hallway.
Tommy being Tommy decided to go through the door, but the door only opened up to more darkness. Or did it?
The room was black but in one corner on the ceiling was something that Tommy couldn't make out. The thing moved it's head all the way around and Tommy could see its eyes. They were bright red.
The thing lunged at Tommy, and Tommy flew down the hallway and into another room. The thing was still running at Tommy, but inside of the room was another figure. The figure was tall and solid black, but its eyes were just as red as the thing's.
Tommy turned back into the hallway and shrieked when he saw that atleast ten more of the tall figures were looming inside of the hall.
Tommy could see that one side of the hallway had comepletely opened up, and Tommy's mother was standing infront of a giant hole. Tommy's mother had a soft smile on her face, and her arms were open for a hug. Tommy ran to her, but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a fimiliar voice calling to him from the shadows.
"Tommy!" The voice shouted.
Tommy turned to see that Travis was standing in the hall, but Travis was surrounded by the shadow monster things.
Travis looked exactly like how Tommy remembered him. Travis had his unnaturely blonde hair with his light blue sweater, and he had that unmistakable mark under his eye.
"Tommy!" Travis called again, but this time it was in a deeper voice.
Travis shifted into what Tommy had seen a few minutes ago, when Tommy had said goodnight to him.
"You've got to fucking wake up!"